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ON A SIMILAR OCCASION.
Thou wak'st from happy sleep to play
With bounding heart, my Boy!
Before thee lies a long bright day
Of summer and of joy.
Thou hast no heavy thought or dream
To cloud thy fearless eye;—
Long be it thus—life’s early stream
Should still reflect the sky.
Yet ere the cares of life lie dim
On thy young spirit's wings,
Now in thy morn forget not Him
From whom each pure thought springs!
